20 reasons to be cheerful in middle age
Life satisfaction plummets between the ages of 45 and 59, according to a new survey. But there is a bright side: just learn to love the dad-dancing, plentiful body hair and low expectations
There’s a great scene in Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe. No, really, there is. And it sums up eloquently the unexpected joys of being middle aged. Kathy Bates is waiting patiently in her car for the guy to reverse out of a parking space at the mall. Then two entitled young twerps in big hair and yucky, acidulous tops (it’s 1991 in the US) drive into the space in their vile VW Beetle convertible. “Excuse me. I was waiting for that space,” Bates complains. “Yeah? Tough,” says one. “Face it, lady, we’re younger and faster,” says the other.
Cut to Bates seething at the wheel. Then a smile crosses her face. She puts the car into drive, smacks into the VW. Reverses. Hits drive. Smack! Reverses. Hits drive. Smack! The twerps scream at her. “Are you crazy?” “Face it, girls,” says Bates triumphantly. “I’m older and I’ve got more insurance.”